I realize that I went to bed at midnight last night, which isn't very late at all and doesn't usually force an oversleeping kind of situation, but 6:30 in the morning is an obscene hour for a Sunday.
It's nearly one in the afternoon and I am spent. I haven't left the apartment, but lord, I've read, so much I've read! And I've danced and failed at pancake mush and worked on my thesis and had coffee and eaten a pear and now I feel like I need to roll over and take a nap.
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All you want to do is dance, dance.
Seriously, do you do anything else?
I live alone. This is how I choose to live. With the power of the Dance (and Kevin Barnes) guiding my every move.
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